The Private Serials Box Set(21)

"No." His voice was low and gravelly. "It means you're mine. From now  on, it's only me. You'll be with me and trust me to keep you safe." His  hands travelled down my back and ended on my ass, pulling me into him  again, making me gasp. "Give yourself to me, sweetheart. But make sure  it's what you want."

"I want you," I said firmly, into his ear. "I want all of you to have  all of me. Take me, please." Instantly, his hands were on my waist,  hoisting me onto the counter. Then he found the hem of my shirt and  lifted it over my head, so quickly I barely had time to process what was  happening.

"I got to see a lot of you from the waist down earlier. I'm looking  forward to exploring the other half of you," he said, his thumbs  brushing over my cheekbones. I watched as his eyes slid down my front,  and I loved seeing his eyes widen when they reached the black lace,  see-through bra I had on. "You're a little minx," he said with a smile,  running his forefinger along the lace edge that sat at the swell of my  breast. "You came down your stairs looking like you were ready for a nap  in this t-shirt and pajama pants. I can appreciate the relaxed look,"  he said, moving his finger to the other side, causing my breath to  hitch. "But you knew what you had on under that shirt."

I opened my mouth on a moan as his tongue traced a path down my chest  and into the valley between my breasts. His left hand palmed me and the  friction of his skin over the lace rubbing against my nipple was  blissful. His mouth moved down my right breast and his hand pulled the  lace down, exposing me to him. He leaned back slightly to look at me,  his eyes clouded over with lust, but wasted no time taking me into his  mouth.

My legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer to me, his cock  pressing up against my center. He felt unimaginably hard and large. My  hand went to the closure on his pants, opening them. His mouth was still  working my nipple, his teeth gently tugging, his tongue lapping and  swirling. I reached past the waistband of his underwear, wrapped my  fingers around his cock, and he growled around my breast.

He was like hot steel in my hands, hard and warm. I gripped him and slid  my hand from root to tip, using my thumb to trace circles over his  head.

"Fuck, Lena," he said, pulling his mouth away from my breast.

"Please," I begged quietly. "I want to be naked in a bed with you." My  words were hardly out of my mouth before his arm was around my waist,  lifting me from the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs  around his waist, and enjoyed a front piggyback ride through his house. I  used my tongue to tease his neck as he walked, not paying attention in  the least to the rest of his house.

When we finally made it to a bed, he climbed on first, crawling on his  knees to the middle, his arms still holding me close to him. Then he  lowered me excruciatingly slowly, kissing me the entire way. When I was  comfortably lying on the bed, he settled his hips between my thighs, the  pressure of his middle against my center so spectacularly arousing, I  needed everything to be moving faster. He seemed content to savor  everything happening between us, but I was eager and craving him.

I reached between us and pushed his pants down over his hips, using my  feet to free him completely, then I brought my hands up to push his tux  jacket off his shoulders. He broke our kiss to lean up and slide his  jacket and vest off.

"You're in a hurry?" He had a smug smile on his face. Usually, I would  have made a snide remark about it, but he wasn't wrong. I was in a  hurry. I reached down to take off my lounge pants, but his hands wrapped  around my wrists. "You might be okay with the fast route, but I'll be  the one to undress you, Lena. You're like a gift I want to take my time  unwrapping."

His mouth trailed down the center of my breasts, leaving light kisses in  his wake. When he passed my belly button, he made sure to kiss it  deeply and I felt shockwaves roll through me, ending in my center,  igniting a whole new flame. I writhed underneath him, panting, and with  anticipation prickling across my skin.

"Jesus, Lena. You're so responsive. I've barely touched you."

"Don't stop," I whispered.

His hands gripped the top of my pants and started pulling them down,  slowly sliding his fingers down my hips and thighs. Once I was free of  them, his mouth was at my ankle and he trailed his tongue all the way up  my right leg, alternating between licks and wet kisses. By the time he  made it to the edge of my panties, I was moaning and squirming.

His warmth disappeared and my eyes opened, searching for him. He was  leaning back, simply looking at me. My first instinct was to be  embarrassed by his intense stare, to want to cover up. My hands itched  to cover my belly or hide my breasts. But the look in his eyes was  enough to send even more heat through my body. He liked what he saw,  enjoyed looking at my body; he wanted me.

I let my gaze drift over him and my pulse thundered through my veins at  what I saw. Preston Reid, white tuxedo shirt partly unbuttoned, and  black boxer briefs. He looked like every woman's fantasy. His dark hair  was mussed from my fingers, his briefs tented thoroughly; my mouth  watered at what he had hidden under that cotton fabric. I simply  couldn't take it any longer.

I sat up, feverishly working to unbutton the rest of his shirt. As I  moved from button to button, his chest was slowly revealed to me, and  even though I could have imagined this moment a thousand times, I never  would have gotten it right. My mind could not have comprehended what  Preston's naked chest would look like, because I'd never seen anything  like it.

He was glorious. He was ripped. He was hard and broad. I wanted to lick  every solitary inch of him. So I did. As I slid his shirt off his  shoulders, I pressed a wet kiss right between his pecs, and tongued my  way down the crease of his abs, my hands finally joining me and grazing  over all his hard and powerful muscles. After enjoying the front of him,  my hands slid around his waist, slipped under the waistband of his  briefs, and palmed his fantastic ass, skin against skin. He was perfect  everywhere.         

     



 

I pushed his underwear down and he lifted up onto his knees, allowing  them to fall down his thighs. When his cock finally sprang free, I  wasted no time admiring it with both my eyes and hands. I gripped him,  watching my hand slide up and down his shaft. He was long, hard, wide  and perfect. As I stroked him, he leaned over to his bedside table and  opened a drawer, pulling a condom out and handing it to me.

"Put it on me, Lena," he said, his voice low. I took it from him, but  didn't open it. I just looked down at it in my hand, contemplating what  my next move would be. "Baby," he whispered, using his hand to bring my  face to his.

"I want to feel you, Preston." My words were quiet and soft; I wasn't sure I wanted him to hear me.

"Tell me what you need."

"I don't want you to wear this." The words rushed out of me. I paused  and then took a deep breath, continuing on. "I've only ever been with  one person, and I've been on birth control for ten years." I closed my  eyes, thinking about how many times I'd wanted to throw the pills away  in the past, but I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts  and focus on the hand gently caressing my cheek. "I don't want anything  between us," I breathed out.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his brown eyes dark and deep.

"Yes," was my immediate response.

"Then lie back, sweetheart."

My pulse throbbed at his command-everywhere. The pulse point in my neck  was bouncing; I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and my clit ached. I  lay back, my head landing on feathery pillows, the cool sheets chilling  my warm skin.

I watched him kick off his briefs then his gaze roamed over me from head  to toe. When his face was over mine, he gave me his sexy smile and I  tried to smile back, but lost the ability to keep my eyes open when his  hand glided over the crotch of my panties.

"You're soaked," he whispered against my neck. One of his fingers moved  the cotton panel to the side and slowly slid into me. I gasped and my  hands moved up above my head instinctively. Then another finger joined  the first and he started pumping in and out of me, his mouth still  assaulting my neck. His other hand moved between my back and the  mattress, unhooking my bra effortlessly, and I moved quickly to get it  off.

His eyes fell to my bare breasts and his cock jumped against my thigh.

"I need you," I mewled, thrusting my hips up to meet his hand. I cried  out when his teeth gently pulled on my nipple, but it wasn't nearly  enough. "Preston," I groaned.

In one moment, he was gone, his weight lifted from me, his hand missing  from inside me. Then he pulled off my panties and tossed them to the  floor. My eyes found his and I watched his face as he moved over me, the  tip of him pressing up against my opening. I kept my eyes on his, our  gaze never leaving one another's, as he slowly pressed his cock into me.  I gasped at the feeling of him, hard and warm, stretching me, feeling  fuller than I ever could have anticipated.